I tried forgetting myself
deep within the well of desire
mostly lost in discarded passion
and fruitless isolation
It was not my mind
keeping me prisoner behind this facade
but my heart as I poured forth
and tasted the nectar of my labour run dry
Random words treaded across my spirit
leaving marks that tore into my carefree demeanour
and pushed my nature deeper, without taste
as another sip brought me closer to oblivion
Yet I knew, more than I care to admit
that my lips would never again thirst,
nor accept the tender compassion that I once dreamt,
and only yearn for sweet memory as I succumb
Last 5 posts in Coffee - Volume Two
- Daily Poetry - July 15th, 2008
- The Sword and the Stone - July 10th, 2008
- The essence of dreams forgotten - June 22nd, 2008
- Heaven's Light - June 22nd, 2008
- Tin Heart - June 19th, 2008
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